In the fragrant garden, the flowers are in full bloom, and the flowers are purple and red.

The fragrance of flowers, with the breeze wafting in the air, lingers all over the garden.

Two slender figures sat side by side on the stone pole of the corridor, one dressed in white and the other in a red dress. The two women were talking to each other, as if they were afraid of frightening the delicate flowers.

"Jinran, I heard that the young man Lu was thrown down the mountain with his broken leg by Uncle Sui a few days ago, is it true? ”

The woman in red with her long hair had red lips and white teeth, and her skin was like cream. Wisps of green silk playfully hung on her shoulders, and the girl's charming face had a hint of narrowness, tilting her head and smiling at the woman in white beside her.

The woman in the red dress was named Zhu Yuan, and she was a disciple of a top sect in Qixia Prefecture.

When Zhu Yuan was six years old, he threw himself into the mountains to learn art, and his talent for cultivation was so high that he was shocked by the Taishang Elder who had been hidden for hundreds of years. The elder broke through the barrier and accepted him as a closed disciple to teach the Dao Dharma. Zhu Yuan became the hottest genius disciple in the entire sect, even if ordinary elder Keqing saw her, he was very polite.

This thirty-six-year-old woman who is at the peak of her infancy is out of nature by nature, and she doesn't like to cultivate honestly in the mountain sect on weekdays, but likes to wander around. Later, he inadvertently got acquainted with Shu Jinran, and the two fell in love inexplicably, and soon got along, becoming friends in the boudoir, and almost nothing to talk about.

Shu Jinran turned his head and glanced at this best friend, and said angrily: "As long as you are well-informed all day long, then Lu Gui has come to harass him again and again, and I didn't listen to his good words and persuasions." Three days ago, I came running with a piece of jewelry, and I was forced to give it to me. I refused several times and still didn't give up, but I happened to bump into Uncle Sui, kicked him off his left leg directly, and then threw him off the mountain. ”

The woman in the red dress seemed to be thinking about the scene in her head, and she laughed in her heart.

"That Lu Gongzi is also a famous young talent in our Qixia Prefecture, there are countless followers on and off the mountain, and I just like a ruthless woman like you. It's just a matter of brushing people's hearts, and it's too much to break people's legs. Presumably, there will be a bunch of fairies and fairies who want to criticize you again. ”

Looking at his friend with a gloating face, Shu Jinran simply turned his head away and said no more.

"Hey, hey, you tell me about that Zhuo Gongzi again, the one in the Demon Town. It was still weird to hear you talk about it last time, so tell me more about what you think about people. ”

The woman in the red dress hugged Shu Jinran's arm with both hands and shook it back and forth, looking coquettish. If there is a man here, I am afraid that he will be stunned.

Shu Jinran opened Zhu Yuan's hand angrily, and said angrily: "Tell me what to say, didn't I tell you last time, ask all day long, worry about yourself." ”

"Ouch, why are you still annoyed and angry, it seems that Zhuo Gongzi is really not ordinary in your heart. can actually make our iron-clad Shu Nuxia show such a little woman's appearance. Tut-tut, I must see and understand when I have a chance, if it is really the dragon and phoenix among that person, I will compete with you. This girl is naturally beautiful, sinking fish and geese, and when the time comes, she will definitely be fascinated by Na Zhuo Gongzi and throw you, a rude woman who does not understand the amorous feelings, out of the clouds. ”

"Get out!"

Shu Jinran, whose cheeks were crimson, looked at Zhu Yuan scratching his head and making a gesture, looking like a wave of wind and dust, and suddenly became angry, and waved his hand to fly the woman in the red dress with a punch.

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Zhuo Yuming, who left Miaoguang Mountain, boarded an interstate ferry to Fuyao Prefecture.

First, I wanted to go back to my hometown to see, after all, I had spent more than 30 years in Fuyao Prefecture in my previous life, and I felt a little homesick. On the other hand, I also want to find the Nie family where the patriarch Nie Cheng is located, and I want to start a sect in the future, or I want to pull the Nie family together. After all, the Cloud City in the previous life was built by Nie Cheng with the Nie family as the cornerstone.

On the ferry, Zhuo Yuming spent most of his time practicing alone in his room. After all, in addition to the Human Emperor Sutra, all other supernatural powers also need to spend a lot of time polishing and improving. In particular, the blue eyes and white pupils, which have recently been significantly improved with the help of foreign objects, are placed in the first place in the current practice regulations. In addition, Xiaocheng, the Eight Desolation Divine Sword, also needs to slowly comprehend the power of the four elephants of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. As for the Shenxiao Thunder Method and the Tongtian Divine Urn, they rely on the accumulated water grinding kung fu.

Recently, the cultivation of the blue eye and white pupil has been extremely impressive, and the white pupil technique has also been achieved. It's just that with his current divine consciousness in the Cave Realm, the load is extremely high, and it is difficult to use it as a conventional means before returning to Tibet.

After a ten-day retreat, Zhuo Yuming walked out of the door and came to the deck.

At this time, in a gallery on the deck, many monks were sitting in a circle.

Surrounded by everyone, an old man with a long beard sat on a low stool. The old man shook the paper fan in one hand and held a wine jug in the other. It turned out to be the storyteller in the secular restaurant, who was telling those stories of different aspirations made up by the world, and there was a lot of chatter.

This is the exclusive feature of this ferry, called "Tissot", which is never seen on other Xianjia ferries.

And those immortals who are high on the mountain on weekdays actually listen to them with relish and interest. It is absolutely impossible to hear strange and interesting things in the mountain sect on weekdays, but it is so interesting and fascinating. The old storyteller said that at the climax, the gods on the mountain applauded like the mortals in the market.

What the old man is talking about today is a tragic story that seems to be heroic and heroic, but in fact it is chivalrous, tender, poignant and tactful.

Zhuo Yuming had nothing to do, took out a pot of osmanthus brew from his arms, and leaned against a stone pillar on the periphery of the gallery. While taking a sip of wine, I listened to the poignant story told by the old man.

This secular novelist has a profound skill, and the stories he writes can be described as ups and downs. Sometimes there is the heartache of the heroes of the rivers and lakes, sometimes there is the heart-wrenching of the infatuated man and the woman's deep affection, coupled with the old man's decades of storytelling skills, the deep and rich voice vividly depicts the scenes in the story.

Listening to the bleak affair in the old man's mouth, Zhuo Yuming only felt that the wine in his hand was getting warmer and warmer the more he drank, and there seemed to be a fire in his heart that was watered by the wine and began to burn.

Until I heard the old man say that the young ranger and the young girl were hindered by the secular sect, they were beaten by the elders of the sect and forcibly separated. The woman's heart ached, and when she finally died of depression, Zhuo Yuming suddenly felt a pain in her heart.

That lotus-like face appeared clearly in the heart lake again.

Go to the goddamn earth fairy realm, go to the goddamn Jiupin martial arts.

After drinking the wine in the pot in one gulp, Zhuo Yuming threw the wine jug in his hand out of the boat.

A burst of thunder exploded in the clear sky, and everyone on the deck turned their heads, even the storyteller with a lotus tongue and a hearty heart couldn't help but stop talking and raise his eyes.

A thunderbolt rose from the ground, breaking through the auralumin shield of the ferry in an instant, cutting through the sky, and flashing away towards the northeast sky.